and that wraps up the first week of school.
everything's going pretty well.
except that maybe econs lecture could use a little spice-up.
all five wrapped, crisp, yummy textbooks lay in wait.
for their service to be called upon.


i am hungry.
now.
but i'm fighting the feeling.


honoured and humbled.
moreover, by name.
safe to say, we all sort of grew up together.
thats pretty amazing.
a rather indescribable link that threads through our shared passion for the sport.
the sport, thats what it is.
that which has drawn out mutual respect for each other.


yes, those were the days.
the fights on the courts and in our heads.
the shouts, the fists, the intensity on our faces.
oh how i miss the spirit of competition and sportsmanship.
how i long to be immersed in its strategy and gameplay again.
that feeling, that rush.
nothing else comes close.


incidentally, its lin dan versus chen jin at the beijing olympic finals.
i'd know who to put my money on.
but chen is proving to be a worthy opponent.


why doesnt anyone put the word "badminton" in a song?


nus jazz band auditions tmr.
the nervousness as usual.


memory, all alone in the moonlight
i can smile at the old days
i was beautiful then
i remember the time when i knew what happiness was
let the memory live again
touch me, its so easy to leave me
all alone with the memory
of my days in the sun
if you touch me, you'll understand what happiness is
look, a new day has begun.

perfection at 4:39 PM